GOD, I JUST LOVE FOOTBALL

This morning I walked by a wide-stretched green field

A football field.

The sky hung low 

It was the color of the margins of the newspaper.

There were ravens all over the field.

Kissing the ground

Eating what boys had left on the field the day before.

Bits and pieces of glory

Of their proud boyishness

Of their shoulders broadened by big pads gingerly sewn together.

And I pitied the ravens.

Because there was nothing on the field to eat.

Nothing really real to kiss. 

Just an imaginary residue of an imaginary power.

But they persisted, poking their small faces into the ground.

Pretending there was really something to be found. 

I used to look at the grass.

I used to feel it.

To dig my nails deep into the green bed.

Searching for pearls in a fake plastic oyster.

And then.

One day.

I crushed the oyster in my hand.

And then.

I left the oyster on the wide-stretched green field.

And then. 

I left.